Page 60 of Daddy's Muse
“You’re close? I haven’t even touched you yet, sweetheart,” I said, surprised.
“I know, that’s why I’m nervous,” he groaned quietly. “I-I don’t want to come and—and have it be over already! It’s embarrassing…”
I tilted my head back, looking towards the ceiling.
Gods, give me strength.
I took a deep breath in, centering myself, then focused back on the mouthwatering boy beneath me.
“Kaninen min, look at me,” I coaxed, petting his tight abdomen. His eyelids fluttered open, and he peered up at me anxiously. “Listen to me. I fucking love that you’re already close. Because that means I’m doing a good job and taking care of my boy properly. It’s a compliment to me, Colby. So don’t worry about it—let it happen. Let your Pappa pamper you, hm?”
Colby nodded, cheeks a deep red. “Okay. Thank you…” A glittering tear slid down his face.
“That’s right, pretty baby. Cry those pretty tears for Pappa,” I drawled, slowly petting down his belly to his needy cock.
Colby held his breath, lips pressed together as I drew closer and closer to where he wanted me. When my hand finally wrapped around his length, his hips jerked up and he released a startled cry.
“Oh, Pappa, Pappa,” he moaned, his eyes caught on the languid movement of my hand.
“That’s it,” I cooed, feeling absolutely fucking feral for his cum. “Give it to me, prinsen. Spray your seed all over my fist.”
“Pappa, it’s coming, it’s coming—I’m g-gonna…hnngh—” His eyes rolled back in his head as his dick pulsed, squirting out rope after rope of cum.
My hand jerked him through the aftershocks, only stopping once his thighs quivered and more beautiful tears leaked from his eyes.
I brought my hand up to my mouth, licking up every drop that had landed on me. Colby watched me with a sated look.
I lowered myself, making sure not to put my full body weight on him because I was damn sure I’d actually crush him. I pressed a butterfly-soft kiss to his lips, soaking up his post-orgasm bliss.
“That’s my boy,” I murmured, my hand sliding up into his sweaty hair, combing through it slowly. “My perfect, perfect boy.”
* * *
I’d woken up feeling like I’d won something I’d been chasing for years.
Yet I’d only met Colby a couple of months ago. It was just further proof that the gods had indeed bestowed me with the perfect soulmate.
The memory of his breathless gasps and the way he’d clung to me the night before lingered in my head, slow and intoxicating. He’d been shy, unsure, but he’d let me guide him—trusted me with that first step across the line. And now, watching him from the couch, I could see the difference in him already.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, pajamas still rumpled from sleep, a scattering of markers around him. His coloring book lay open, his stuffed animals beside him as if they were watching too. The movie on the TV was just background noise—soft animation and cheerful voices—but Colby hummed to its songs now and then, swaying his head to the beat.
Every once in a while, he’d glance up at me, smile without thinking, then go back to his page, completely at ease.
My boy.
Mine.
I sipped my coffee, letting the satisfaction sink in. This was exactly how I wanted him—safe, soft, and relaxed enough to let the world shrink to the circle I made around him.
A vibration buzzed against the cushion beside me.
Colby’s phone.
I glanced at him—still coloring, oblivious—and then picked it up. The name flashing on the screen made my lip curl.
Bryan.
The little bastard who’d made his life hell. The one who’d thought he could shove Colby around and not pay for it. The one who’d screamed all the way down those stairs when I gave him a push.
